Sounds like a sexual thing to me. She was probably waiting for you to proposition her.

Years ago when I worked in Brecksville Ohio I soon discovered the local park was a pickup spot for gay men to meet. Before I knew this I would go there to eat lunch and I was "eyeballed" many times by guys cruising for sex. Most of these guys looked over 50.

The last time I went there I was in my car eating lunch in a parking area that had about 12 other EMPTY parking spaces. This guy pulled up next to my car, got out and just stood there by my passenger window leaning again his car. He was waiting for me to say something first. I screamed "Fuck Off" and drove out of there.

This story reminds me of this encounter.

I always hate it when this shit happens to me. When I was on ships, it seemed like every time I'd just get settled, crack open my magazine and get down to business, some asshole would take the stall next to mine in an otherwise empty bathroom, so we are practically touching boots on the crapper. It's disgusting but what can you do? I'm pretty shameless but there are some things I'd rather do solo.

That IS weird. You should have just said in a bright, cheery voice, "Hi, may I help you?"

Or, at the very least, "Um...Occupied, thanks!"

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Hey! Don't touch my wenis!

I can totally relate.

I went to a univeristy that had really old buildings and un-updated bathrooms.Every bathroom had 4 regular stalls and one handicrapper.

But the handicrappers had weird doors. They weren't the giant wheelchair sized doors on most of those kinds of stalls; they were double doors that hinged on the outsides and had a clasp in the middle to hold them shut. When the doors were closed, there was easily a 2 inch gap between them, right in the middle.

They were also right behind the sinks on the opposite wall. If you were washing your hands, you could see the person sitting in that stall in the mirror - there was just no way to avoid it.

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It's YOUR cat, YOU get his poop out of my sink!

When somebody does this to me, I like to say something real stupid, such as "Come on in! I'm just getting started." or "Julio, is that you, man? You got da junk, man?"

Or start having a conversation as if there were two of you already in there: "He's right outside." "Shhhhht, be quiet or he'll know we're in here." "Look.Look!" "Shut up..."

I knew you all would understand. I have been to this website numerous times. I started visiting poopreport last July, and I really admire all the support and tips that people bring to the table.

I accidently lingered in front of somebody's stall. At my old job, there was a restroom with four stalls. I thought they were all occupied because all of the stall doors were closed. But, I really should have checked. So, I stood in front of this one stall where this woman was taking a long time. But, I had my back to her stall. Still, she must have thought that I was stalking her. I was so sorry once I realized that the other stalls were actually empty, and I didn't have to stand near her stall. I was so embarrassed. She avoided my eyes as she made her way out.

Talk about an awkward moment.

Sexual proposition? I probably wouldn't rule it out, but, that's scary, though. And saying something to the stall-stalker is probably a good idea. I was afraid to say anything to her because I thought it might embarrass her and I was scared of what her response might be. But, she should have been embarrassed, now that I think about it.

My thermonuclear dumps usually keep people at bay. I like dungs idea making it sound like two people are in the stall. You could carry that one step further by taking a dummys legs and bringing them into the stall with you to really make it look like two are in there. Maybe put some panties on them pulled down around the ankles or maybe position them in a compromising way. You could have a LOT of fun with this imagine the possibilities.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

C. Everett- I thought an aircraft carrier was big enough not to have someone find the bathroom you're in out of all the ones on the ship.

DungDaddy- great suggestions.

Yeah, carriers have a lot of crappers but they also have 5500 people working 24/7.

I hate stalls with cracks in them. At my office, there's crack in the wall between the right stall and the left urinal. If the stall is occupied and you use that urinal, the two contestants can see each other. So one day I go in there to take a leak, and I'm forced to use the left urinal. As I'm standing there draining my wang, I glance over toward the stall and see an eyeball staring at me through the crack in the wall. Holy fucking shit, I stopped mid-stream, zipped up, and got the hell out of there.

Oh, how creepy! I would hate that! I like to pretend the outside public world doesn't exist as soon as the stall door closes....

Great suggestions of what to do or say all you commentors. HiLARious! I'm sure this author agrees. In that weird moment, all you can do is freeze up. And of course, HINDsight is 20-20, but perhaps this could be an on-going experiment? Go to the same stall, same time of day, etc. and see what happens with what technique used? Please report back.

(Or, as a totally paranoid thought, the stall-user you (author "notfudge") referred to in your subsequent comment post about one time inadvertantly standing in front of a stall, has been harboring these thoughts of revenge all along and this was it!)

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'Hey that sounds pretty nasty, how about a courtesy flush over there?' (AP1)

Chip Brown here - These lingering types tend to prey upon the shameful, as you appear to be my dear, holed up in the corner of the shitroom. Unfortunately, lingerers also tend to aspire towards positions of power in the government such as U.S. Attorney General, Director of the FBI, and Secretary of State.

Chip, you need to register for the Front Page so you won't be an anonymous coward. There's an easy menu you can follow.

Pulling My Pants Down For Peace, Plop and Posterity!

If you were really that intimidated by the Shithouse Stalker, maybe you should have just pulled out your handy-dandy cellphone and called the campus police.

"Hello. My name is Nancy Sitzenschitz. I'm on the toilet of the 3rd floor women's bathroom in the Robinson building. I just finished taking a dump and was about to wipe my ass when this strange person walked in. They walked all the way down to the end stall where I'm setting all by myself. They've hovered here a few seconds too long. Please send somebody. I'm too frightened to wipe my ass with them here in the bathroom with me.

"Wait a second. Wait a second. They're going somewhere. Ohmigawd, they're setting on the toilet next to me. I'm so scared. I can hear them peeing. Wait. I think they just finished. Yes, yes, they definitely just finished but they're not cleaning up. Do you think they'll hurt me? Please hurry."

"What luck. They're just sitting there. I think it's safe now. I'm going to make my break.

"Since they're cornered now, do you want me to get a description for you? I can look through the crack in the stall door. Should I use the camera on my cellphone? I can always stick it over the partition and snap a quick photo. Do you want me to do that? Oh, this shameless stalker. You're going to arrest them, right? Do hurry."

So, remind me again. Who's the psycho in this Turder drama?
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Deja Poo - Because this shit's so strange, it couldn't ever have happened before.

In a similar vien to "stall stalking", there are the times when you're in a stall, and the rest of the stalls are empty, but someone comes in, heads to your stall, and stands there getting really impatient.

And then there's when someone follows you into a bathroom, and stands right outside the stall the whole time, making throat-clearing sounds when it takes more that 30 seconds to pee, get your pants back up, and clear out of there. I've had that happen a few times. One time at a restaraunt right after I got into the restroom some old guy was outside demanding that I clear out of there, then proceeded to lecture me about how how was about to pee on himself because I was taking too long.

If the girl was pooping too, she probably took the stall next to you because it was a back stall, and she probably also considered waiting for you to finish. I saw this thing on the news one time about bathroom germs, and it was saying that most people have a tendancy to use the last stall in the bathroom, even though the first one is typically the cleanest. I don't know if it would have freaked me out but I'm pretty sure it would have pissed me off a little bit. I would have stood my ass in front of her stall commenting on her bathroom noises until she came out just to make her uncomfortable.
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Strippers Poop Too!

My cell phone camera has an option for a "shutter" noise on it. You could have held the camera up toward the crack and snapped the intruder's picture, and said, "Gotcha!"
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Hey! Don't touch my wenis!

Stripper Poop, I also thought about the possiblility that the woman wanted a back stall. But, there was a perfectly empty back stall across from me. It would have been way less awkward if she just sat across from me. And the stall next to that one was also empty. And they were both clean.

The more I think about this, the more weird it is for me.

Quickly pull up your pants, open the stall door and invite the stalker to admire your dump.

Maybe the woman wanted to use the cover of your pre-existing stench to cover what she was about to unleash? I know I've braved "stinky seconds" in a shared bathroom just so mine wasn't obviously only mine.

Just this last week my friend, a shameless to her core, (still young and pretty and wanting to believe in "girly fairy poops"), recently started a new job that is too early for her biological poo clock and had to face needing to dump away from home ('it was touching cotton') and a similar, yet not peeping shituation happened to her. She said she couldn't go with someone just two feet from her when they would be able to hear what she could already tell would not be pleasant or silent, especially when there were other stalls available. She couldn't hear any activity from the adjacent stall and said she just knew that they were probably waiting for her to leave because that was what she would do. This conversation about poop was started as, "I have to tell you this because I knew you'd understand-- because of that poop report site and all...."

Yes! PoopReport.com, indeed! I found her thinking of me in that situation hiLARious and endearing that she sought me out to relate her, albeit tame, horror story to. (I suggested the "poop at the office" and "techniques" sections to help with her shamefulness-- amidst her fiance's snickers coming from the kitchen).

Really, back to topic, I hope for your sake that this stalker just wanted a cover and not some sicko thrill or wierd payback. It IS odd tho', such a breach of public restroom ettiquette. Like I said before/earlier post, this could be an experiment in which you use all the funny suggestions other posters have posited and report back.

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'Hey that sounds pretty nasty, how about a courtesy flush over there?' (AP1)

I, too, love the idea of whispering as though you have a friend in there with you, but depending on the goings-on, I might be too creeped out to do that. If I DID do that, I might start snickering, though.

Once I was in a local store's bathroom, and I looked up and saw that some ugly man was peeking over the top of the stall, but he hid when I looked. I was in the middle of having diarrhea so I couldn't leave, but I caught him looking two more times. On the way out, I made a note of his pants and shoes, and noticed through the crack that there was a blur of motion inside (I guessed he was having fun in there) The help desk was right by the bathrooms, so I reported it, while keeping an eye on the door for when he left. While the employee called security, I got brave and went in again... and the stall was empty, but he wasn't in there and I hadn't seen him leave! I'm still confused about that one.

Once, in a Costco (like Sam's Club) restroom, some guy came in, sat in the 2nd of five stalls (I was in the 1st, and the rest were empty) and I heard "shuffleshuffleshuffleshuffleshuffle" start up... YyyyyeaNO. BAD. GO AWAY.

Items I wish I had in situations like this:
- Earplugs (for me) and a canned-air horn
Or...
- Krazy Glue (for locking their stall door, or squirting on the floor)
Or...
- I DO have a cell phone, and the camera has a shutter sound. I'd be tempted to snap a photo, leave, and show it to security.
~ Jake

I once had a supervisor at a publishing house listen to me go toilet (never a poo, always pee). She would follow me into the bathroom and stand there listening as I could see her through the stall crack. She would not engage me in conversation and when I flushed, she would leave. Thankfully, the job ended as I was running out of excuses other than going to the toilet to avoid her stalking me.

i woulda covered myself, and then opened the door and stared back

Quite weird, truly. Maybe she was looking for someone else who was supposed to be in there or thought you were someone she knew?

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

"That'll be $.25 for the show."

I finish middle school this week and yesterday they took all of us 8th graders on buses up to our high school.
We spent the whole day up there, had lunch, got to see activities, and I had to both poop and pee.
Those bathrooms are sooo large, about 12 or 13 stalls each and like my biggest concern is that there are like pretty large cracks between the stall partitions and the doors. While waiting for the stall, I could see another girl seated. I'm like how much of me will be showing when I'm using the toilet next year. The problem, I think, might be that some of the door hinges are bent. There are also a lot of like cuss words carved into the paint and there was even a carving or a really gross marking on the front of the seat. I sat back farther so that it wouldn't get on my butt. I'm use to much more privacy and less gross things in the stall. My sister, who is two years older, says I need to get use to it, but I don't know if I will be able to. Eyeballs coming in through stall cracks worry me when I'm on the stool. What can I do?

One time in college I had to take a dump in one of the old buildings before my 8 AM class. Something about walking a mile uphill at 7:30 AM in 30 degree weather that loosens your bowels. Anyway, I was in the stall and the janitor came in and starting mopping the bathroom floor. I couldn't believe he didn't wait until after the room was empty but maybe he had a morning deadline to meet. Anyway, he had a respiratory problem of some sort and every time he pushed the mop closer to my stall I could hear his heavy breathing. Finally he was so close I could see his eye taking a peep in the crack between the stalls directly at me, while the mop nearly touched my feet! And the breathing! It was like something out of Hitchcock! Eventually he backed off and I was able to finish up and get out of there, and thankfully not seem him again.

I had an experience like Anonymous Coward. It was last fall during my first month of high school. Geography was really boring and we had a substitute that really sucked and since I was three days constipated and had time on my hands, I decided to sign out for the bathroom.
I was the only one in there and had my choice of any of the 12 stalls. I choose the first. I don't know why but I always do as long as it is relatively clean and there is toilet paper to wipe with (my biggest requirement!). I peed a little, but not much since I had just gone during 2nd hour. I repositioned myself on the seat in hopes I could poop since it had been three days. There are smokers in our school so very high windows of the bathroom were open to let the smoke out. There was noise outside in the shopping center across from our school and a sound of a truck, some banging of tools probably from the back, and two guys cussing each other out. It was funny and certainly more interesting to me than learning about longitude, latitude and concentric zones for business development. I could care less!

About 10 minutes into my sit (I knew we had another 25 or so minutes in the period and I would have to go back) because I didn't want to push the policy and not be able to be excused in the future, but no amount of pushing and repositioning myself on the large, archiac toilet (my mom graduated from the school in 1969 and the seats she said were black then had faded to gray now)could quite ready my full anus for dumping. I guessed that mom was right: too many mashed patotoes and pieces of pizza CAN be constipating.

Just as I reached to the floor to pull up my underwear and jeans, the restroom entrance door almost directly in front of my stall opened and two male voices were cussing one another out as they debated whether Stall #2 was determined by counting from the left (which would be way down on the other side) or the one adjacent to the one which I (unknowing to them was both occupying and now trapped in!)
"Yeah, Milt," one said--"this is the ****** ****** because there's yellow tape over the flusher."

I didn't dare move and even though my jeans and underwear were still at floor level, I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I was now at about 20 minutes into my sign-out but I just froze while a large tool box opened less than a foot from my right foot and three our four wrenches were laid out on the floor.

One guy sat I would suspect on the stool facing backward as he used a couple of different wrenches to loosen it from the wall. His assistant reminded him to use a special tool (I forget it's name) to turn off the water to the stool but Milt, who was very profane, stood in the stall doorway and told his fellow worker who was actually doing the work that he could bring his obese mother-in-law in and she could bust it off "with one cheek to spare". After about five minutes they had the stool off the wall and they laid the heavy porcelain down on the floor with a thud. Some splinters of I don't know what came off the wall and landed very close to my right foot along with some dust. They carried the toilet outside the stall and placed it down with another thud and then talked about going down the hall to the janitorial room to get a cart that they could use to carry it away. They also talked about having some guy named Grant putting an Out of Order sign on the door. Milt says: "Yeh, that will do a lot of good...some illiterate chick will still come in, fall down on the hole and sue the ******* school district." The other guy said, "Yeh, that would probably be more education than she's getting right now because they don't teach them a ******* thing here."

As they left to get the cart I was relieved because I had been supressing both a cough and laughter. Without wiping or flushing, I bolted from the stall, though careful not to run into the dismantled toilet in front of my stall. I got back to geography class about three minutes before the bell rang. The sub didn't really keep track of how long I was gone...err held hostage.

Next period, about 10 minutes into my algebra class, I could feel my stool was ready to come. I signed out, went upstairs two floors to the farthest bathroom, selected my usual first stall, but only after wiping some urine off the seat, sat down for one of my most satisfying shits of the year. I started wiping almost immediately, flushed, washed my hands, and was back in class within five minutes. I had learned my lesson: lingering in a school bathroom for too long can be dangerous!

Abbigail needs to get used to the fact that high school bathrooms, just like other public bathrooms, suck and this is because of the large number of people who use them and the large number of students who go out of their way to abuse them.

Yes, people will be looking in on you. I don't like it when it's a fellow student and I especially don't like it when it's our police resource officer or a teacher. But, unless we can control things ourselves as a student body, such supervision is necessary. There was a new girl last year who seemed really creepy to me. She would have her eyeball up to one side of the door and when I connected with it, she would 10 or 15 seconds later move to the other side of the door. One day I was so pissed that I just wanted to get out of there when she showed up. I had just shit, so I took a first wipe and held it up within an inch of her eye. She had left the line for the stall when I got done.

You may have to wait longer for a stall than you are use to. Be prepared to flush BEFORE you prepare to use the stall. I know it's gross but so many students just don't take the time. Also, it helps to wipe the seat before sitting down because we have a few squatters who don't know how to do it properly. Also, watch you footing because not all the urine or used toilet paper quite makes it into the bowl.
And don't flush while you're still seated. My freshman year mistake! If the stool is clogged, you won't have enough time to get your panties and jeans up before the stall becomes a water park.

Although the stall stalkers are creepy, there are so many other things to worry about you might not even notice!

Chelsie's story is fantastic. I think I would have bolted out of there well before they were done with their work. I can't believe they didn't call out "Anyone in here?" before coming in. How rude of them. That tool box and tools so close to my feet would have worried me that they would notice me, but Chelsie wasn't at fault (okey for skipping class she was)but they should have noticed the stall door closed and been suspicious. It would have been interesting to have seen their reaction if as they were working if they started to hear the trickle of pee and then saw the feet. Or worse yet, a thunderous blast just before a large dump. Also, they didn't seem too bright or supportive of what goes on in the schools. I agree with Chelsie, when I'm startled or upset, it also tends to get my bowels moving, although I'm not sure all the excitement for her was necessary.

There are several things Abbigail can do to cut down on the "eyeballs through the stall door cracks worrying her when she's on the stool." I had some of the same privacy turnoffs two years ago when I started high school and they've largely ended.
1) Always use the farthest stall; even if it is the most dimly lit, there will be less traffic down there.
2) Waste no more time on the stool than necessary. In most cases, I'm able to pee and crap within two or three minutes. I'm already wrapping toilet paper around my hand when I'm still peeing or shitting.
3) My dress, jeans or shorts are never below my knees. Sometimes I will even have my purse or lap top on my lap instead of putting it on the dirty and sticky floor.
4) We're not allowed to have coats in the classroom during winter months, but I will take my sweater in with me and on several occasions where the crack is larger than usual, I will just hang it over the door.
5) I avoid at all cost going to the bathroom between periods because the overcrowding contributes to the peeping. Rather, I sign out of class and often, instead of going to the large bathrooms in the middle of my high school, I go upstairs and use one of the two or three-stall smaller bathrooms where I can sit right down without wiping off someone's urine or picking their used toilet paper (urgh!)off the seat.
6) I try real hard to have my stool at home before I leave. Sitting down to pee takes less time and is easier for me anyway.
7) If I enter a bathroom and there are some girls just hanging out, I immediately turn around and go to another floor. Once last month I did this twice because I expect privacy and no harassment.
8) On occasion, I've also snuck into the faculty bathroom in the fine arts wing of the school. It's used very little and I like those paper toilet seat covers that can be put down.

I was bullied somewhat in middle school because of my relatively small size and shyness but, with the help of my school counselor and a doctor, I've learned to better "evaluate" the situations I can control.
Going to the bathroom at school is no longer the horrible experience it was for me in 2003.

I'm going to be starting my sophomore year of college. I am a stall stalker. Often, whether on campus or out elsewhere in public, when I enter a restroom where most if not all the stalls are in use, I am a stall stalker.
I guess I don't really care if the occupants see me. When I'm busy--and that's most of the time since I work two jobs, take 18 hours, and I'm an officer in my sorority as well as involved in student government--I don't have time to wait. When I have to pee bad, I'm not going to wait outside a toilet without knowing what the occupant is doing because that can enable me to be ready to seize the stall most likely to be opened first.

When I peek in and find someone on the stool with toilet paper in their hand, that's encouraging. Ready to wipe and vacate! The same can be said if they're standing up and pulling up their pants.

I don't like to see a person getting up and down, on and off a stool because that means they are either uncomfortable or unable to deliver their shit. Putting on make-up or sitting drinking from a Starbucks cup means they're comfortable and not going to be leaving soon. Some of the worst offenders just sit with their head up on their elbows and they have no concept of time or the line forming outside. Also, there's the young children at places such as the civic arena where I work concessions. They'll sit for the longest time with their feet dangling, smiling as if they're accomplishing something, when the next user is peeing or shitting her pants while while waiting for them to show off that they are a big girl now!

Although it may not be considered politically correct, peaking into stalls is a life and survival skill. I has caused me to avoid accidents in my pants and to save valuable time.

DungDaddy's approach is the best - go on the offensive. If it seems like someone is taking a bit too much interest in what you're doing in the stall, turn your dump into an improvised piece of performance art. Grunt and moan like you're giving birth; ask them if it stinks as bad out there as it does from where you're sitting; say something totally strange like "damn, I KNEW I should'a brought that screwdriver in here with me..." Use your imagination.

__Hey "Sherie the stalker" A public stall rule is "first come first serve" no matter what they are doing in it, at that moment, the stall is that persons private domain (go away you busyboday!). I know within reason. Anyway, everyone has to wait sometimes. And if you poop your pants, well, you just have to accept it. NO TO STALL STALKING._____

__Sorry, It's- get away from my stall you BUSYBODY._____

Sherie is sooo right! So many of these very young children are just wasting everyone's time. Sure, mommy's peeing in another stall and the five or six-year-old is bored. Whether it's under the auspices of peeing, tinkling, whizzing, weeing--it's all the same and in most cases it's not necessary that the child be on the stool just because mom or big sister is peeing or pooping nearby. Watch carefully, as I have on many cases as I've plotted how I'm going to "hold it" for another couple of minutes, how many young girls are up and down and just playing around on the toilet. One girl produced nothing in more than five minutes on and off the stool and once she got down, her mother went along with the fakery that she had peed on her own. The girl was still pulling up her shorts as she was coming out, I already had one foot in the stall when her mom reminded her to go back in a flush. She was having a tough time putting enough arm weight on the flusher and, to prevent a pant-full-of-shit, I put some extra weight on the flusher for her despite the fact that there was NOTHING in the bowl. Thirty seconds more than what I deposited in the bowl would have been in my pants. I don't find it "cute" that young children can get up on the toilet and "use" the facilities independently. What I'm being asked to hold during such a ritual is much more important to me!

What's Abbigail complaining about: eyeballs coming through the crack between the stall door and stall partitions? What about us guys who don't have, and sometimes never have had,stall doors? Yes, open stalls are all we know. There are nine stalls and over lunch hour and between classes all are often being used. We're crapping while there are lines sometimes two-deep forming to use the stalls. It's not pleasant to have your privates exposed and to be sending off large bursts of gas as you do your daily chore. The underclassmen such as myself get dirty looks and sometimes the seniors swear at us to intimidate us from taking too long. Also, we have to wipe the seat off before we sit down because some boys are too intimidated to use the urinals and they will stand in the stalls, all along forgetting to lift the seat. Occasionally, I've seen guys sit right down in the urine because they are in such a hurry. Wanna come in and try it Abbigail? Several of us don't sympathize with you and we don't think you could do it.

I sympathise with Sherie. There are many of us who don't go into the toilets till we are bursting to go. It's just plain inconsiderate to take up long-term occupancy of a public stall. And why do it!!? Are they really pleasant places to sit and idle away the day? I'm sure I could find somewhere better to spend my time. Newspaper readers really bug me too. I love having a good shit but I want to do just that and get the hell out. Shit or get off the pot I say!

Stall stalking "is a life and survival skill."(???) Sherie, please explain: how exactly has being a stall stalker helped you to avoid accidents and save time? I'm like Hamster, in that I only spend the absolute minimum time required in the stall: sit, squeeze, squeegee, scram. If we were to somehow cross paths in a unisex rest room, your intrusive eyeball would have NO effect on how long I took to finish. If anything, I might decide to take a bit longer than usual just to reward you for your ignorance. BTW, I'm a standing wiper, which means I'm one of those people who (sometimes) stand and sit more than once while completing my cleanup. I'm SO sorry that you "don't like to see" someone doing that - DON'T WATCH!!! I can't imagine what other "life and survival skills" you'll develop as you enter adulthood. Reporting your neighbors to the Community Association for having the wrong color mailbox, perhaps?

Yes, Fudgepump, toilet stall stalking is a life and survival skill. Example, I enter a five-stall bathroom. Looking in and observing each occupant can help tell me whose in the process of finishing up or, if in some cases on my campus (especially early in the morning and on class breaks) I should go upstairs or downstairs so that I can more quickly relieve myself and prevent an "accident". If others are waiting, I gain the advantage by being right by the door when the user exits. For busy people, that's no different than planning a driving route through less traffic or using a building entrance or exit that avoids construction. Or if a group of people are walking very slowly in the hall, are you going to slow down or pass them up? Like Hamster says, the idea is to spend as little time on the stool as possible. Stall stalking can expedite that and also keep underwear in much better shape. It's being proactive rather than reactive.

Ian brings out some good points; my boyfriend said open stalls were the only way to get a shit in while he was in public school; waiting for one of the few doored stalls would have resulted in tardies and detention time. He didn't necessarily like it, but he didn't have too many alternatives for his mid-morning shits. Occasionally, he would come over to my house immediately after school, shit and then we'd go out and do something.

I'm forced to use open stalls two or three times a month. I'm on a softball team and we, over the course of the seaon, will play more than 40 games at 25-some parks in our city. Many of the games are at night; most of the weekend ones are double-headers and that means sometimes two trips to the bathroom. Almost every park bathroom was designed as or has become open stalls. The seats are gross, some of the stools are stopped up, but I'm not as agile as I would need to be to squat. Some girls are doing that. I say more power to them, but for me, I sit down and take my chances. It's gross, however, to see the shit I left last Thursday in stall 4 at Northeast Softball Complex is still there, and that it has been topped off a few times.

I don't know if you can call them "stalkers" or not but those of us sitting down doing our business, pretty consistently will have women come in--some with young children in tow--and stand and wait for a stall. All within complete view of the two or three of us exposing ourselves on the seat. Sometimes when I'm done and washing my hands, the child or woman will enter the partial stall and turn-around and come out immediately. One little girl about six told her mother: "I guess I don't have to go that bad."

Stand corrected, Ian. Open stalls are not exclusive to the boys/mens bathrooms. Unfortunately.

Sherie - this was one of the posts that made me ask about openstalls. I've never seen one in England, you see. I just can't believe that you have to take a shit with a complete stanger watching!! I think I'd become a shameful shitter again!!

Apologies for getting the wrong name above. Should have said Stacey - sorry!

Hey I know just how you feel.
I was taking a crap at the university bathroom earlier, then suddenly some creepy middleaged asshole stood in front of my stall like he needed to go badly,next thing I know he's peeking in and undoing his fly pulling out his member. He obviously was not waiting to use the bathroom. He probably wanted some. All I can say Is that if I was gonna go gay I'd do way better.

My daughter, a junior in high school, complains about stall-stalking faculty members. Sometimes they will spend up to 5 or 10 seconds outside each stall peeking in on the user. I know that one of the things they look for is evidence of smoking--a big problem at my daughter's school--and that is why they take more time to glance around the stall. Once, because there was smoke throughout the bathroom and especially near Mindy's stall, a teacher apparently mistook why Mindy suddenly dropped something she was holding between her legs and into the bowl. It was only two sheets of toilet paper that she had done some preliminary wiping with! Last week, she was constipated, on the stool and with her laptop on her lap while reading her e-mail. An assistant principal demanded that she put the computer away and continued to peer in between the door and partition until Mindy had turned it off and placed it back down in its carrying case. Then the lady continued to watch her and told her that she needed to return to class within 3 minutes or that her restroom pass was going to be permanently revoked. It just seems that Mindy can never get the benefit of the doubt and, of course, her privacy is not recognized.

If you didn't immediately call to get a conference with the school superintendant, I don't know why.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

You dirty fuckers looking in while people take a shit.

Have a little bit of respect. Looking at them isn't going to make the door open any faster and in a lot of cases you will probably cause a shameful shitters cornhole to cram up - which means you have to wait for longer.

If anyone stood at the door looking at me like some people have described, especially floppin out a chop, there would be violence.

Last week, I went to a dinner/conference at a local hospital. About half-way through the discussions, I felt the urge and made my way quietly to the one-stall crapper. (I had been constipated for a day or two.)
I assumed the position and began to push when someone came in and cleared his throat to let me know he was there and in need of the stool.
TURTLEHEAD RETRACTION!!!!
I started pushing again, and again he cleared his throat.
SECOND RETRACTION!!!
After the fourth or fifth yo-yo shit, I wiped and dressed. (Hospital toilet... it had the auto flush...)
I opened the door and it was ONE OF THE SPEAKERS! A 70-something year old hospital volunteer. He stepped into the stall and dropped trou without closing the door. I covered my eyes in disgust and closed the stall door for him.
I washed my hands and returned to the lecture, remaining standing at the back of the room until the segment ended.
And he cleared his throat when he walked past me.
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!

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You have the right to remain Silent but Deadly....

With postings so massive and the large number of threads, it's easy to miss some really stark stories. One of the best is Chelsie's on 06.03.2007. As a female I would have felt SOOOO violated by these two guys cussing and dismantling a toilet in the stall next to mine! I think my first thought would be to cry out "I'm in here, please give me a chance to leave!" How they could have taken the toilet off the wall, capped the pipe, slid it across the stall floor without seeing your legs or feet so close is beyond me. If you had opened the door on them, Chelsie, what a surprise you would have given them. Come to think of it, just the flush would have had a similar impact. When I was really young my mom use to clean restrooms in large office buildings at night for some extra dollars. On a few occasions when my babysitter fell through, she would have to bring me to "assist" her. I always remember her announcing her arrival from the bathroom entrance before we went in. One night I remember it was about 12 midnight and after she announced "Cleaning lady" in one guys bathroom, a businessman quickly came out of his stall, disoriented and pulling his pants up. "Fuck, I must have fallen asleep", he said. Both of us thought that was hilarious, although mom was so good at it, I know she could have cleaned around him.